Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Little escapades.

With new campaigns out everywhere and
fashion week right on my doorstep (along with all this snow), I
seriously had to think about photoshoots, yes. So you might think now
that thats weird, but i would also think that you know me and my strange
thoughts by now.So why think about photoshoots instead of just doing them?

First of all, I'm shy. Yes, I know that thats not an excuse so I might skip it.

I
also have the uncommon talent among girls to look into the mirror, take
a closer look at some serious models out there and come to the fully
statisfying conclusion that my legs are (unfortunately) not 2/3 of my
body, that my shoulders are maybe a bit too big and that I actually do
have a little something called hips.About these last ones - I'm not
going to give you a speech about how much I love having at least some
curves, because in fact I never liked them in any way, and that does not mean either that I'm madly in love
with bony creatures. How to tell you? It has always been like this, as
long as I remember it has been part of my aesthetic.

So, as you
might guess I'm sceptical towards people who are actually interested in
taking my picture. I tell myself: Why? there are tons of models out
there and they are surely better looking than I am, legs included. But
then at one point, when i started the blog, I had to get over my promise
to not do professional photoshoots, and I'm telling you: I don't regret
it at all. And thats not because of the actual pictures, but of
everything behind. I love it. And the pictures too, if everything goes
right.I always thought about the editors, the buyers, the
designers and the stylists, but strangely enough i never thought about
the models, and how it feels like to be one for a change, not just to
look at one.

Turns out that the minidress was not shot in Paris in 20
degrees but -2, and that you're actually having a hard time standing up
more than 5 seconds and try to look like some kind of magic swan.
Specially when you more feel like a dolled up whale stranded on a lonely
beach with just some photographer around, tons of makeup and
unconfortable heels included. You try standing on a ladder for Vogue,
everyone staring at you while thinking that if you fall down you'll
scratch the amazing floor and might get killed by hitting your head
against that huge Diptyque candle down there. I tell you I had a hard
time being a swan. And theres a way to hold your chin and feet to make
everything look better? Soon after the first real shootings I started
seeing how I underestimated this job. Taking off the Prada, Louboutins
and putting your old Cheap Monday jeans on never felt that good. At the
same time one thing is always sure when you put these things on in the
morning: its going to be a unique memory (and I might finally get a
better posture.)

I'm always going to be
happy to do shoots, you meet interesting people and point of views about fashion and get to know yourself so
much more. It shows such a different side of fashion, I like looking behind the effortless, perfect facade. That's what makes it fun. It was the first real wake up call I ever got from the fashion world.

And then there are
the other type of photoshoots, the outfit posts. Lots of people request
themor ask me why I dont really like doing them. Well, with everything
above already explaining how I feel about shootings in general, it felt
natural for me to not do a blog only about them. I mean, how could i say
this delicately? To be honest, these days I'm always happy to do
shootings but I'm not at the point yet where I think that my daily
outfits are such an interesting thing that i should share them with the
rest of the world. I prefer dressing up, making a special effort for
special situations. I'm not the kind of girl who dresses incredibly to
sit at the office, I'm terribly comfortable and not afraid to look like
that in my everyday situations. So doing outfit posts did never really
feel honest to me, thats the easy answer why I never really did them.

After
all this time in Paris, trying to find my own way, today I definitely
know that I'm never going to be a model or a girl who loves being in
pictures- but I knew that the day one. But at least today, I know how it
feels like to be one for a short amount of time - before going back to
my usual self. And, I have to admit, arent the pictures the best
souvenirs you can possibly have from this little escapades? Right after
the blisters - of course.

you are an artist...live that every day...soak it up...and once you are doing photo shoots, your next endevour will fall beautifully from the sky into your hands and you will know what to do next...and it will be perfect...